I woke up the next morning feeling like crap. I untangled myself from the bed sheets and rolled over, promptly landing face-first on the carpeted floor.

"What a great way to start the day," I grumbled to myself as I picked myself off the floor. I took a deep breath and stumbled my way to the bathroom. I took a look at my reflection in the mirror.

My hair was thrown up in a hazardous messy bun, emphasis on the messy. Strands of wavy hair had escaped from my rubber band and fell across my face, so I blew them out of my eyes. My sleepy eyes blinked back at me, looking sad and lacking their usual luster.

I hurriedly scrubbed my face, trying to erase the depressed look before my parents started questioning me. I knew I could never fool them, but that doesn't mean that I didn't try.

I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I remembered the events of the night before, but I swallowed my sadness and angrily blinked them back. Kim Crawford doesn't cry.

I pushed open the door, and with my luck, ran into someone. I was knocked backwards onto the floor of the hallway.

"Come on, Kimmy! You could've killed me!" my older brother, Luke, huffed as he got back to his feet.

"Maybe if you weren't so fat, you wouldn't take up the whole hallway," I shot back angrily.

"Well someone didn't get their usual fifteen hours of sleep," he muttered as I pushed past him, on my way to the kitchen.

My parents were already in the kitchen. My dad was sitting at the table, watching the basketball game while my mom was busy cooking up some concoction on the stove. I glanced at the time, 10 P.M., before I plopped down at the table and buried my head in my arms.

"Hey sweetie, I guess you heard the news right?" my dad said, glancing sympathetically in my direction.

I popped my head up and stared at him in surprise.

He turned the TV off and turned to face me. "Yeah kiddo, we've known for a while. We would've told you but Jack was determined to tell you himself. I just don't know why he took so long."

My mom turned the stove off and came down to sit next to me, taking my hand in both of hers. "Honey, you know he cares about you right? Don't be too mad at him for waiting this long, he probably had a good reason."

"He's quitting karate," I quietly whispered, looking down at the table.

My dad's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he said, "What? Is this because of the Kai thing?"

I nodded. I put my head down back on the table; I didn't trust it to stay up by itself.

I heard the loud, cantankerous noise that signaled my brother's arrival. "She found out about the whole Jack thing, didn't she?" he whispered, rather loudly.

Did everybody but me know? I thought to myself as I raised my head and glared at him.

He put his hands up in the universal, don't-blame-me gesture. "Hey, she called me fat."

"Kimberly!"

"He was asking for it Mom!" I argued, while shooting daggers at Luke's smirking face.

"Apologize Kim, before your mother calls the S.W.A.T team on you," my dad said with a serious expression, but I could see him holding back laughter.

I rolled my eyes and muttered, "I'm sorry for insulting your so called godly six-pack."

"Well it better be godly, considering how hard Coach Thompson works us," he said, grinning, while he poured himself a glass of juice. I didn't think his head could get any bigger, until he was made captain of the varsity football team. I keep waiting for it to explode and show everybody the lack of content inside.

Feeling better already, I got up from the table to go back to my room.

"Are you going to see Jack?" my mom said as I reached the stairs.

"Umm, no. Why in the world would I want to talk to him right now?" I said, my anger returning.

"Give him a chance Kimmy, he's a boy and we do stupid things sometimes," my dad said, getting a banana from the kitchen counter.

"True 'dat," my brother said with his mouth full of blueberry muffin.

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered as I climbed the stairs. The only thing I wanted to do with Jack was to cut his head off and mail it to Siberia.

I managed to completely avoid Jack for a week. Whenever I saw him waiting next to my locker, I would make a detour and wait in the bathroom before he finally gave up and left. I hurried home after school so he wouldn't have time to catch up to me. I even went as far to lock the door to my room, when he came over one time to get a chance to talk to me.

I was fully prepared not to talk to him, or even look at him, until he moved. But as the day loomed closer and closer, I found it harder to walk away without confronting him.

Finally, I hit rock bottom the morning of the moving day. I barely got any sleep the night before, and I was up at 5 in the morning, freaking out. I decided that I couldn't live with myself if I let him go before I had the chance to say good-bye. Now, don't get me wrong, I was still plenty angry with him, but I owed it to him to at least see him before he left forever.

Since it was the middle of February, I threw a sweatshirt on over my pajamas and slipped my feet into a pair of my warmest boots. I hurriedly scrawled a note telling my parents where I'm going in case they woke up before I got home. I crept downstairs and placed the note in plain sight on the kitchen counter.

I opened the door and shut it softly behind me. I crossed my arms tighly to keep the warmth from the house in and started trudging toward Jack's house.

Hola personas! See my spanish going on there? I feel pretty smart(: Anyway, next chapters gonna be the one when he moves away :'( so sad! REVIEW!

-Courtney(: